know that you're lying; you must be snorting lines if you think that I'm crying You manipulating backstabbing cold and kaniving, I went from last to first but this is first to last
Traduction: From First To Last. Dead Ball Kick bébé.
metal chair Fizzle my nut hair Bad enough I'll be dead Yet I'm tryin to figure out a way To keep my eyes from poppin out my head Oh they'll remember
dead will arise Come on Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head
trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye Dre called, told my baby momma "won't you decide" She chose Doc, first
what I'm sayin'? City park in the dark, M.O., you know what I'm sayin'? Big up big up to all my people All that other shit is dead, dead, dead Word
simply Bust, I lead inside ya Find ya Fear them, frightened for your life With your last few Live with hot live from gunblast Outlaws, outcast Low life, south last
20 inch mo-mo Fuck a lot of hoes, make dough, and kick the bo-bo It's hard but fair MJG told your bitch ass Quick fast, I make my shit last, and put
dead but I still gisummed on the bitch What's on my mind is a spade up on the fucking wall The last crackhead smit it with an eight ball What's on my
it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' dem thangs After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out I kicked her ass
in a metal chair Fizzle my nut hair Bad enough I'll be dead Yet I'm tryin to figure out a way To keep my eyes from poppin out my head Oh they'll remember
M.O. Lincoln Ave. M.O., youknowhatI'msayin? City Park in the dark M.O., youknowhatI'msayin? Big up big up to all my people All that other shit .. is dead, dead, DEAD